Patrick had been heading to a branch of the library when something preternatural seemed to tug at him. He turned and crossed the street, heading into Central Park even though it was not his plan at all. It was almost as if... Almost as if he could hear his name.
The park may have been full of people, but he didn't notice. Hell, someone could have run out in front of him and he wouldn't have noticed. He just kept walking, unsure where his feet were taking him.
Then he saw her. Crimson red hair draped over ivory shoulders, stooped at the water's edge. Patrick's green eyes froze on her image, and his mouth formed a perfect 'O'. "Oh f-"